LESTRANGE, rabastan lauis

RABASTAN LAUIS LESTRANGE ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Rabastan Lauis Lestrange
( NICKNAMES ) : Rab (short for Rabastan)
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pure-Blood
( AGE & DOB ) : 16 - December 2nd, 1960
( YEAR ) : Sixth Year
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( CANON? ) : Yes
( OCCUPATION ) : Student
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 11 1/4 inch Dragon-heart String, White Pine, pliable, light in color and elegantly carved.

( LIKES ) : Solitude, Reading, Cleanliness, Silence, Winter and Rain
( DISLIKES ) : Obnoxious Individuals, Alcohol(ics), Uneducated People, Mud-Bloods, Noise and Crowds
( STRENGTHS ) : Intelligent in Potions, Quick Witted, Reliable and Noble
( WEAKNESSES ) : Lives in his brother's shadow, Silence (too much thinking), Greedy, acts before he thinks on the occasion, and Jealousy.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Petrol, Old Book, Sulfur, and Jasmine
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Dying alone.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Unlike most other Slytherins, Rabastan's most exciting memory was not when he was sorted into the proper house. Instead his fondest memory is of his brother Rodolphus before either of them had gone to Hogwarts. Every night for as long as he could remember, his older brother would tuck him into bed, because their parents were far too busy. Up until Rodolphus was sent to Hogwarts that was.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : At the age of twelve, Rabastan was expected to be top in his class within the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts, according to his father, but during the second year his grades slipped so far and his focus was solely on potion making. Rodolphus had mentioned how disappointed he was of him, and sorrow filled the young boy. Never being able to live up to his brother's expectations is top among all the harrowing memories that are housed within his head.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : Rabastan can only focus on the now, but if he were to look within the glass, he would see himself with a family, a wife with long dark hair and a child, a small girl, who also holds the deepest desire to live and breath the dark lord and elitist ways.
( PERSONALITY ) : Rabastan has always lived in the shadow of his older brother. Their father had always praised Rodolphus for a job well done and it seemed that Rabastan, at a young age, was cast aside as if he were a misfit. During this time he had to learn to be self-sufficient, but Rodolphus assured him that it was all because their parents loved him. Rab had become a friend of loneliness in this time, and mostly he could have been found in a book of any sort. No, he's not a geek, per-say, but he has limited knowledge on a broad range of subjects, some muggle, but he would never tell a soul what it is he has read.

Like any other pure-blood he carries that sort of air about him, arrogance and pride, but unlike Rodolphus, Rabastan has found that he is not nearly as abrasive. He is not afraid to speak his mind, but sometimes it just doesn't come out the way he had planned, and tends to have a knack for insulting anyone. Usually the boy doesn't speak too much, he is a brooding sort, but when a scene is being played before him he tends to get carried away, especially if agony is involved.

( HAIR ) : Rabastan has black hair that flows past his shoulders, it is straight and he mostly wears it down, but on the occasion he will tie it back at the base of his neck. He loves his hair, simply because it seems easier to hide behind the thick sheets of black.
( EYES ) : His eyes are very, very green, and they could almost pierce the soul. The almond shape fits his features almost too perfectly.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Rab's nose is on the large side, but not nearly as large as Severus', cheekbones are set high, and his cheeks are very gaunt and sunken. Rab's jawline is very prominent and square, he has very little facial hair, but loves to have it around. After all women tend to be into the deep, dark and handsome men.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : his body is a little on the average scale, he's thin, but if you managed to catch him in the middle of a fist fight he could manage some damage. Rab weighs about 170lbs, but that is because of his 6 foot-flat height, he managed to get something from his father.
( ATTIRE ) : When not in school uniform, Rabastan can be seen walking the halls in a pair of black jeans/slacks with a dark button down dress shirt. Mostly foresty greens and deep maroons, but he manages to wear black from head to toe nearly every day. His favorite pair of shoes are crafted of fine Italian leather, with a silver buckle across the dorsal surface of his foot.
( PLAY-BY ) : Jared Leto

( PARENTS ) : Unfortunately I, nor the web, are aware of the names for Rabastan and Rodolphus' parents. The most information I have on his the pair is that his father was possibly born in 1926.
( SIBLINGS ) : Rodolphus Lestrange, 7th year Slytherin.
( OTHERS ) : Currently there is no other family, worth mentioning at the moment.
( HISTORY ) : In 1971, Rabastan was admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and finally his father began to show interest in him, once sorted he was to send an owl home with the make or break news. Luckily the lad was sworn into Slytherin house. During his first year, he was nervous and had his brother to look up to. Both he and Rodolphus had always been close, and especially in his first year he would need some sort of guidance. Parents pleased with his accomplishment of sorting, he sat with what he thought were the finest individuals within the walls of the school.

Year two came around and he noticed that Rodolphus was beginning to become distant. The two used to be inseparable, but now it seemed there were better things for his big brother to be doing. This was one of the years he fell into a light depression, nothing to serious, but he was lonely and wasn't certain how to make the best out of that, so he turned to the only friends he knew would never let him down. Books.

Once his third year came in full swing, Rab had learned to forget his brother on most things, and only came to him unless it was serious, but finally he was beginning to open up and meet some new people. It was difficult at first, but once he opened his mouth it was easy. This was the year he fell in love with a Slytherin second year, or so he claimed, but she broke his heart and rejected him in front of the entire school during dinner in the great hall. This event had left him devastated.

Fourth year seemed to be a repeat of his third year, but Rabastan had become more closed off and cold, even to his own flesh and blood. It was no question where it came from. After all, he was fourteen and tended to be a little angsty.

Year five, anger was getting the best of him. The only thing he was particularly good at happened to be potions, but no one seemed to recognize his talent. Defense Against the Dark arts turned to be more difficult and he began to give up on the subject. He shouldn't have, because howlers were being sent from home. It got to the point that he would never show up in the Great Hall. Turns out being embarrassed took its toll on the youngest Lestrange.

( ALIAS ) : Vel
( AGE ) : twenty-three
( EXPERIENCE ) : Thirteen Years
( CONTACT INFO ) : MSN: Wreaking.Havok@live.com
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Proboards Support/Roleplay
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

It was a cold day and he had just gotten back from holidays, after all you could only stand the Lestrange family for so long until you've had your fill. At least that was easy for him to say, he had to deal with them his entire life, more or less live with them, not deal. Interesting stories always pass through the grape vine. Stories of You-Know-Who, recent missions, killings. It was all fun and games to listen, but for the, still student at Hogwarts, he wanted more action. Rabastan was a 'do-gooder' by his means. His family served the Dark Lord faithfully, and he even more so when he was out of the ruddy school.

He loved listening to stories of Rodolphus' and Bellatrix's missions, and to be blunt he was extremely jealous. Wanting to be out of this school before anything big happened, and he was stuck in the confines of these walls. Muttering the password to the wall, it turned, creaked and opened, the smell of alcohol was abundant in his nose, and he turned away scrunching his scruffy cheeks at the stench. Rabastan should of been used to the smell by now, parties were easy to come by at home, or any of the followers homes, and there usually was some sort of alcoholic beverage, or someone who reeked of it.

Coming more toward the center of the room, once he had gotten a hold of himself, and was able to tolerate the deadly perfume, he came to a woman laying out cold in the middle of the floor, clearly one who couldn't make it to the couch. It moved, the unconscious corpse moved and looked at him, giving him enough time to scoff at a pitiful excuse of a pure-blood. Hands wrapped around his ankle, and it groaned. There was one thing he didn't like, and that was people who couldn't control their intake, let alone make it to a bed so they don't look like a pile of muggle rubbish.

At first it was difficult for him to make out the disasterpiece, then it became clear to him. Obviously he has seen this girl around school, but he never paid much mind to her. Rab pulled his foot free, and moved to sit in one of the chairs, trying to think how to best handle this situation. Of course there were many things he could do, but most of them weren't meant to be on school property. Looking around he realized that he was alone in the common room with garbage. Not really knowing what to say he shook his head and reached for a random book that was sitting on a small table next to the chair.

Fingering the pages, Rab's eyes scanned the room over the brim of the book and shook his head once more. Trying to formulate the words, so he wouldn't sound like an idiot, was harder than he thought. He's never really had to deal with drunkards, the way he's handled it in the past was to get up and go to his room, but this was the common room, and the girl was probably lucky that he found her, instead of somebody else. Rabastan never held and interest in women, he never had a reason to, and this was no exception. Why on earth would he wish to be whisked away by a women whose passed out on the common room floor, with glass surrounding, doused in alcohol? Though he could easily take advantage of her, it wasn't in his nature. Rab always enjoyed a fair fight, if she could barely lift her head to look at him, he shouldn't even be paying attention to her.